After confirming that he would ask Pandalia for help, there was only one remaining problem left, who would I send?

Andrea had no idea of ​​the current senior personnel of the Rebel Army. When Galaud and others discussed the candidate for the special envoy, he did not rashly intervene in the topic.

As a civilian druid, Vandal was also indifferent to such political issues. Andrea sneaked to Vandal while the big guys present recommended their own confidants.

"Vandal, I have something to ask for your help."

"Um?"

Vandal looked down at Andrea, who was half a head shorter than him in confusion. "What's the matter? As long as I can do it, you can just ask."

At this time, Vandal had not experienced the pain of losing his son, and even his wife was still the only one who could do it... Cough cough.

In short, Vandal now does not have the arrogance and impatience that Andrea remembers. Perhaps because he was a druid and had a lot of contacts with Andrea's predecessor when he was studying art together, he showed great enthusiasm for Andrea's attitude.

"You also know that I lost my memory when I was injured in the previous mission of escaping death."

"Although some physical instincts are still left, now I will only use basic spells such as Moon Fire Technique and Natural Wrath. Can you..."

"Oh, I understand!"

Before Andrea could finish his words, Vandal took the lead in hammering his palm and suddenly said, "Do you want to learn the druid spell again? No problem!"

"Shh! Sigh it down."

The guy's loud voice attracted the attention of some big shots at the conference table, and Andrea had to remind him to lower his voice.

"Simply put, that's it. Do you have a template for the Druid Spell tutorial?"

Vandal nodded with a slight smug look and said, "Don't say it, I really have it."

A dark brown bark was taken out from the space wrap around his waist, and Vandal happily handed it to Andrea.

"Before leaving, the Great Druid entrusted me with the important task of teaching the second generation of druids. In order to facilitate these rookies to intuitively understand the teachings and spells of the druids, I made a set of templates to teach them."

"Come on, this is one of the sets of copies I have saved. With your talent and the memories left over from your body, they should be able to regain their grasp soon."

"Uh...thank you."

Andrea took the textbook with some confusion, "Why is it bark... can't you use paper?"

The living standards of the Dark Night Empire were quite developed, and paper had been invented and manufactured. Andrea didn't understand what Vandal used to burn the text on the bark and circulated it.

Anyway, the tutorial outline for obtaining druid spells is undoubtedly a good thing for Andrea, who can only use a few mutated spells now. He at least doesn't have to fight and slowly grop in the next battle.

...

After two days of "discussion", the main members of the special envoy sent to Pandalia were basically determined.

With Wota Yuehen, who had a brief contact with the Pandas before, as the leader of the envoy, the Eluen Sisters and the Druid Sect respectively sent a deputy envoy to accompany him, and the three parties arranged a small number of elite members to escort along the way.

"Santis?"

When Andrea interrupted her impatiently when she heard the list reported by Mavie.

"Please wait! Why is Sandys? She is just an intern priest from the Sisters, far from being an elite, right?"

For a moment, Andrea even suspected that Mavi, who was the interim leader of the sisters, was avenging his personal revenge. After all, Santis's mentor was Tyrande, who is now trapped in the palace.

Mavie didn't care about Andrea's disrespect. When she communicated with Sandys in the Cathedral of Sky, she learned about the relationship between the two from the other party.

"This is what Sandys himself asked for."

Mavie handed a list to Andrea, with Santis and the other three people's names clearly written with the words "self-recommendation".

"this……"

Andrea still felt a little unbelievable. Santis's mentor Tyrande is still imprisoned in the palace. Logically speaking, it is impossible for her to leave Sin Azalie at this critical moment.

After rushing farewell to Garode and others, Andrea came to the tent where Santis shared the same sisters.

Just so happened that there was only Sandys in the tent at this time. Through the opened curtain, Sandys could be seen packing her luggage.

"Santis!"

Hearing Andrea's slightly anxious call, Sandys paused, then sighed softly and turned around.

"you……"

Without waiting for Andrea to ask a question, Shantis first said, "I know why you came. I was not implied or coerced by anyone. Going to Pandaria was entirely voluntary."

Andrea was still very puzzled, but Santis' expression was very firm at this time, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

"Don't you want to rescue your mentor yourself? Why did you choose to go to Pandaria at this time?"

Sandys held his hands tightly, and Andrea saw the muscles on her face tighten for a short time.

But then Santis sighed helplessly, "If you don't want to, it must be a lie."

"But I know my strength. If you and the Druid were soft-hearted and organized into the assault squad, I will definitely drag you down in this important secret operation."

"At that time, not only will the instructor not be able to be rescued, but it may even alert the Burning Legion and the upper elves to be alert, which I cannot accept no matter what."

Andrea opened his mouth, but when he saw Santis' stubborn look, he finally smiled bitterly and gave up persuasion.

"...I can't guarantee that Ms. Tyrande will be able to rescue 100%, but I will do my best. You must be careful during your journey to Pandalia. This journey...is destined not to be peaceful."

It is not difficult to bypass the demons, the upper elf mage of the resistance army can directly teleport the envoy to the southern border fortress of the Dark Night Empire.

But on the way to Pandalia, the special envoy will inevitably pass through the troll's holy land, the holy mountain of Zandala.

Forced by Azshara with irresistible strength, he had to sign a humiliating treaty. The Zandala trolls have always hated the night elves to the core.

If a night elves leave their territory and enter Zandala's control, they can tell with their butt that the group of guys who claim to be troll wise men will not give up this opportunity. They will definitely launch an attack on the special envoy and vent their anger that has been in their hearts for countless years.

"Hmph~"

Shantis flirted with the long hair that was dispersed to his shoulders and said confidently, "Wota Yuehen led the team personally, unless the Zandala trolls dispatched their Loa gods in large numbers, it would not be that easy to capture our way forward."

Andrea patted Sandys' head funny and said, "Don't underestimate the trolls, arcane is not omnipotent. The troll's voodoo spells have some unique features. Don't capsize in the gutter just because you look down on your opponent."

"I know."

Sandys opened Andrea's hand angrily, "You still like to pat my head, but you still have some physical instincts left?"

He stretched out his fist and gently hammered Andrea's chest. Sandys raised his neck proudly and snorted.

"Don't worry about me for now, but focus on completing the oracle that the goddess gave you."

"This trip to Pandalia is also a process of self-improvement and training. Next time I come back, I will definitely make you look at me with admiration. Please wait for me."

"besides."

A hint of unwillingness and concern flashed in Santis's eyes, "Tyrand, I'll ask you, please, please rescue her."
Chapter completed!